Poems from VannEubank
It will be gone by tomorrow. The brownish, reddish, purplish, greenish 4 centimeter bruise that has been fading since last week when he...
You're so much like your father.
Who hit you.
Who screamed at you.
You're so much like your father.
Who berated you.
Who teased you.
You'...
It's 3:45 am. We've overstayed our welcome, or at least we feel we have, and are the last two leaving the party.
I hit the restroom...
“There are guests coming.”
Mess, mess, mess.
Stains.
Rips.
Holes.
Clean it.
Fast.
Put a pretty book on the living room coffee table for...
I still taste your skin on my lips.
Count the days since you've held my hips.
Long for the touch that used to be yours.
Remember...